The stream chatting with the mountains
The breeze lending its ears
Confused they were with borders
And with mortal fears.
They try to dam(n) my freedom
Gurgled the chirpy waters
They blast us to deform
Said the slopes with cynical laughter.
Well, at least I’m better off
I still roam where I will
The breeze blew kisses to the ripples
And the meadows and the hills.
But hey , you still could have some fun
Just do a jiggle with your plates
You’ll see them run for cover
When they see a river in spate.
P C JAIN
July 1, 2014 at 8:26
Great piece after a long pause worth the wait. tks
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 4, 2014 at 8:26
You remain my constant reader. Thanks for the appreciation that you always shower on what I write. π
Personal Concerns
July 1, 2014 at 8:26
Reading your blog is a treat! Always!
dreamingthruthetwilight
July 4, 2014 at 8:26
Thank you so much. Encouragement is always happily accepted π I haven’t been doing much of blog reading these days. Will soon come around .
Personal Concerns
July 4, 2014 at 8:26
Shall wait! π